What's the best way to confirm the existence of the unknown?
The unknown I speak.
Is love I think?
Or is it the soul?
Does it make me feel less?
Did it make me feel whole?
There you sat an island away
Misty gray eyes that hid pleasant lies
A fateful endeavor that led through the never
Was it fate? Was it destiny?
If so why’d it get the best of me
I gave you my all
Retreat
I told you I won
Defeat
I gifted, I listened, I gave
Oh how sweet
If this new love you found
was so profound
Why'd you lead me on like a sack of shit
Im done I suppose im completely over it
If that was the case
Why was there still ache
It resides in my heart
A feeling I can't shake
You can't lose something if you never had it?
The best way to confirm the existence of the unknown
Is to recognize its absence.
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